While Agatha fully grasped the idea of wanting to dismantle the thing to see how it worked, she also knew they couldn't. It was like Mr. Tock or the Castle. You did not dismantle a sentient clank or construct unless they were doing you harm. She strode over to him, to see if she could stop this from turning into a fight. And maybe learn something herself.

Her dingbot rode on her shoulder, looking like a pocketwatch with limbs and a huge eye where the face should be. It held the requested screwdriver out to her, but she ignored it. Trailing behind her were two small machines, each small enough to fit in her hand. One was squarish with an eye in the center and what looked like musical pipes coming from its head. The other was round with a single smoke stack coming from the top of its head.

They were odd enough looking, though Agatha didn't seem to think they were. But the weasel curled up on top of her head might have taken the cake, given that it had very sharp teeth - way too many of them - metal bolts in its neck, and six legs. She also, in case his equipment could tell, had an impressive weapon strapped to her leg, hidden under her equally impressive victorian skirt.

"Do you need some help?" she asked. "I'm kind of used to difficult clanks recently."

"Did she just call us difficult?" the round one asked, furiously. "I am not difficult! I only wish to do what I was built to do! Devour the world!"

"Are you certain you do not wish just one death, my lady?" the square one asked. "Even with my limited systems, it wouldn't be too difficult to squash him like the metal insect he is."

Agatha ignored both clanks the way a tired mother might ignore bickering children.